The Soul of Voltron| A Voltron x Reader | TEMPORARY HIATUS

Don't Hug the Aliens, or They Will Never Let Go of You

Ah, I've never liked mornings. This waking up stuff is for the birds. I guess that's why I haven't gotten up yet.

Then again, I haven't seen any birds in space either.

Yet.

I haven't really seen much in the way of signs of life besides the Alteans anyway. What's up with that? I mean, I've always wanted to meet aliens, unless they're the Galra or the evil brain-sucking aliens that want to eat us alive. Then I don't really care to meet them.

The Voltron lions took off a good fifteen minutes ago, hence the reason I'm awake. Why do they have to be so loud? Do we always have to be so over the top about everything? I sigh and tiredly roll out of bed, taking the sheets with me. The lions' roar fades, and I hear laughter coming from the lounge.

Why is life cruel enough to send mornings? Can someone answer that for me?

I moan and slither to my feet, wishing the laughter would stop and I could go back to bed. I don't think it helped I stayed up too late comforting Pidge last night. I felt so bad for her. Poor girl.

All of this has been really hard on her. She knows she'll find her family here in space, and she told me last night that all she wants to do is go find them, even if it means leaving the team. I could only sit there and hold her.

Enough sob-story brain-chatter. I change into my clothes and head for the kitchen. I figure everyone would be hungry after the training this morning, so I go to the place where they're most likely to be.

Sure enough, as soon as I enter through the door, Lance runs up tome.

"Jeez, (Y/N)! You missed it! I kicked one of the broken alien ships at least a mile!" he exclaims a little too excitedly.

"Lance," I chide, "some of us are still trying to get our bearings. Not all of us are as eager to be in space fighting an intergalactic warlord as you are."

"Yeah, and that kick 'll come in handy when the Galra challenges Voltron to a soccer match," Keith remarks sarcastically, rolling his eyes. I bite back a wave of mirth.

"Hey, I did something cool, and you can't handle it." Lance grins complacently. "I get it."

"Your kick ruined our balance. We fell."

Lance turns red and points at Hunk. "That falling part was Hunk's fault!"

"Hey!" Hunk whines.

Shiro sighs as the others take their places around the table. Jerking off the paladin helmet, he scolds, "All right, save your energy for fighting Zarkon."

I sit down next to Shiro and look around. Pidge isn't with them. What's she up to?

Coran enters the dining room with a plate with a cover, like in fancy restaurants. "Hello, guys! How was the Voltron workout?"

"We're getting there." Shiro puts his arms behind his head. "Are you and Allura almost done fixing the castle so we can leave this planet? I feel like we're sitting ducks here on Arus."

I attempt yawning discreetly but fail. I stretch my back and arms, not listening to Coran's continuing his explanation. He whips off the plate cover, revealing the nastiest thing I've ever seen. I gag and hurriedly get up from the table.

"Ew!" I scream. "Are you sure that isn't alive?!"

Hunk stares at the food questioningly. "Coran, you just got me hooked on that goo and now you're switching it up?"

"This is packed with nutrients," says Coran, grabbing a nearby fork.

Hunk sniffs the "food" once and recoils in disgust. "Oh, it smells disgusting!" he exclaims.